The blonde teen pulled on her bathing suit, a red one-piece with a turquoise stripe across the middle. It wasn't the sexiest outfit in the world, but Molly made it look fucking amazing. She giggled as she pictured her father's reaction when he saw her in it. Then she stopped herself.

Molly knew her mother was right. They had to get control of themselves. She'd always wanted her Dad. She hadn't been able to form that thought clearly before, but after the sex it had all fallen into place. It couldn't continue, though. What, she would bring her Daddy to prom? The two of them slow dancing in the middle...